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room of his Chelsea apartment. He had to admit Kirsty Moore was pretty and her curvy body fascinated him. For most of his life, he had kept his preference for larger women hidden from his friends and associates. If he attended a high-profile dinner or black tie event, he always turned up with the type of woman he was expected to turn up with: Barbie-slim, blonde, vacuous. He hired them from a discreet escort service. Part of the reason he was so successful in business was because of his connections and networking skills and he projected a certain image. Never mind that the trophy women hanging from his arm did nothing to arouse him. He paid them well and when they expected more at the end of the night, he sent them home. He was honest enough with himself to acknowledge that he wanted a woman with the type of womanly curves that were no longer fashionable but spoke of femininity in his mind.
    Kirsty Moore was one such woman. As she sat in his office, her femininity had radiated from her and aroused him. The curves beneath her blouse and skirt and the way she filled her clothes made her appear lush and sexy. He had wanted her. When her agent had phoned back and said that Kirsty would write a book for Red Rose Bound, the news had hit him at a much deeper level than that of a publisher hearing about one of his authors; he had thought only of the fact that he would see her again. Calling her agent later to ask about Kirsty seemed clumsy now as he stood in the hot shower hours later but at the time he had felt like an excited schoolboy talking on the phone to the best friend of the girl he fancied.
    This wasn’t like him. He was normally calm and able to take anything in his stride. Years of buying failing companies and turning them into successful businesses had instilled an unruffled confidence deep inside him. He made high-powered decisions and signed million-dollar contracts without shedding a single drop of sweat. He was worth billions. Yet a plus-sized Romance author had managed to ruffle that confidence and reach to his core. He turned his face into the shower spray and let the hot stinging needles of water play over him.
    There was something else he had recognised within Kirsty Moore, beside her being beautiful.
    As an Alpha male, he recognised submissive tendencies with the Romance author. This both excited and disturbed him. It excited him because a submissive was what he looked for in a sexual partner. It disturbed him because he wondered if she would be able to write a BDSM book that would interest readers if she wrote from a submissive’s point of view. As a sub, she would never be able to get into the head of any Dom character in her  book.
    He had a lot invested in the Red Rose Bound line and he wouldn’t let anything go wrong with it. Everything had to be perfect. Perhaps Kirsty Moore would need some hands-on guidance.
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    After the bath, Kirsty put on her sexiest negligee but felt defeated by her own body. She couldn’t look sexy in anything, what the hell was she thinking? Her belly pressed against the black silk, stretching it taut across her midriff. Her boobs were too big for the negligee and they threatened to spill out at any moment. Her large bottom meant the negligee hardly had enough material left to cover the tops of her thighs. Why did she even bother?
    Research, she told herself. She had found a pair of novelty handcuffs in the bottom of a drawer. They had pink fur lining on them and she was sure she had won them during a silly game at an Ann Summers party a long time ago. They had gone into the drawer and had been forgotten about until now.
    Now, they were going to help her enter the dark world of BDSM.
    All in the name of research.
    The thought of being handcuffed in front of Simon filled her with cold dread. But she had to do it for the book.
    Lighting scented candles in the bedroom and placing them next to the handcuffs on the bedside table, she lay on the bed, waiting for Simon to come